Bite me, Goth princess,” Shane called from the back. “Not literally or anything.” “Maybe you should say that to Michael.” “Not funny, Eve,” Michael said. Eve raised her eyebrows and held her fingers up, measuring off about an inch. “Little bit,” she said.

shane: so is world war fifteen over out there? claire:i think so

Even in an apocalypse like this, surely running out of Coke qualified as a disaster.

I'm worried he's going to ... do something crazy." "He lives in a hole in the ground, dresses funny, and occasionally eats his assistants," Eve said. "Define crazy.

I wish the dryer were running, because man, I could use a good...tumble dry."-Eve Rosser

Science is a method, not a religion, yet it can be just as close-minded. Open minds here Claire. Always open minds. Question everything, accept nothing as fact until you prove it for yourself.

Shane? Thank God, somebody sane. Well, sane-ish.